Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Index,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.